Vines of Emerald bind her heart
Golden hair flows free...

Impregnable imagination
Everyone hates me...

The sadness brings the clouds down low
and raindrops to the sky...

To die is one thing that she craves
Her last remaining will...

Drip, drip, drip,
Turn the tap on more...

So perfect with your slender frame
And soldiers solemn stance...

Lost and cold in this mist
The frozen lips of death I've kissed...

Gentle pulsing of the heart
Observance of the scene...

{This is a poem for those people who love someone...
There's something in my darkest dreams...

Pale complexion, blood-caked chest
She bore a broken smile...

This song of tears
I sing for you...

When that little star that guides your dreams
One day does start to fade...